My Stef

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short poem of the memory of my daughter when she was small.

Submitted: November 16, 2011

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Submitted: November 16, 2011

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My Stef

When you're all grown  up

And Mum and Dad are going grey,

How will we recall

What happened in 'your' day?

 

I think it will be barbies

Sprawled across the living room floor,

Baby Annabelle and Chou Chou

Prams and Pushchairs, toys galore.

 

In your hand, one of your hairpieces,

Wet from a washing in the sink,

Sgraggly little pieces

Neatly tied in a band of pink.

 

Books and pens and whiteboards

Flashcards, registers and things,

A little pretty blonde girl,

Dancing as she sings.

 

Dad and I will sit,

Remembering with pride,

Watching you grow up

An ode to the hairpiece sat on the side.

Love Mum xxx


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